ready to go!

well....getting there anyways. I'm packing, worrying about packing, wondering if everything will fit, and wondering if I need those nifty vacuum packing bags that will shrink all my yarn and sweaters down to the size of a pinhead.

Depending on my mood, a year can alternately seem like an incredibly long time or a very short time. It's too short to accomplish anything of substance really--such as getting published. However, it's too long when I have to think about how long I need to go without decent Mexican food, or seeing my friends, or speaking copious amounts of English, or access to English language novels. I'm trying not to think about the "lasts" in these last couple of days, which reminds me a bit of graduation. If I'm aware that this moment, this second, will be the last time in a long long time that I'll have great Italian food or see one of my friends or do any number of other things integral to my American life, will I savor the moment more or will I simply taint it with sadness? To some extent, going blithely without thought through life is certainly less troublesome.

Enough of that. I think going without Italian or Mexican food will be more than made up by the amazing Japanese food I'll have.